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hugging belphie sweetly from behind the couch and then putting him into a headlock
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Jean Hc’s: Mf Whipped
Pairing: Jean x gn! reader modern au!
Warnings: none
Summary: Just jean not wanting to admit he’s a big softie when it comes to you.
Genre: fluff.
He’d never admit it to anyone, but Jean is the biggest softie when it comes to loving you.
Jean will absolutely hold your hand in public, kiss you, open the door for you, but he will never let anyone find out how much he’ll do for you.
Fuck, you wanna do a face mask at midnight? He’ll clip his hair back and have you apply it on him. You want to slow dance with him after watching a romcom movie? He’s there with his phone blasting pretty music. You need to talk to him after a bad day? Jean will leave his friends to make sure you’re taken care of.
He’s a simp.
But he tries to hide it.
It’s so funny when you catch on.
One day, you both were sitting at the park, hidden away from public eyes. Flowers littered around you both and you absentmindedly starting to pluck a few.
Jeans head was laying in your lap, arms crossed behind his head. His view was gazing at the clouds slowly passing by along, eyes darting to your face every few minutes with a longing smile.
“What are you doing?” He asked now with his eyes closed. He could feel your fingertips brushing along his hair every few moments and an extra weight of something being placed on him.
“Nothing, don’t move.”
Jean chuckled at your words, obviously amused in what you were doing.
After placing the last flower in his hair, you quickly snapped a picture on your phone before he noticed something was up.
“Can I look now?”
“Ugh, fine but don’t sit up.” You told him and he grabbed his phone and switched on his camera. A small smile gracing his features when he saw various amounts of little white daisies and yellow dandelions placed in his hair.
“You look so pretty.” You gushed and leaned down to kiss him.
Jean blushed a little and you had to resist the urge to tease him. His usual ‘strong man’ barrier always broke when it was just you two alone.
Jean poked at daisies before plucking one out of his hair and gently brushing your hair back and placing it behind your ear.
“There, now we both look pretty.”
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A few days later, you were on the couch scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking your friends’ posts and commenting on a few.
Your notifications were piling in since you just posted a few pictures of some selfies you took, but the last one was something special.
“(Y/n)!” Jeans voice called through the apartment.
“Yeah?” You innocently looked up at him when he entered the room.
“Care to explain this, doll?”
Jean shoved his phone in your face and you had to blink a few times to clearly see.
A smirk grew on your face when you realized he found your special picture on the post you shared. Staring at the platform more, you realized Eren had reposted your post with the picture of Jean you had taken at the park.
The picture showed him laying down on your lap, his eyes closed and his lips were slightly parted. The little flowers in his hair were vibrant against his ashen brown locks and a small pink dust coated his cheeks from the sun. You also didn’t forget to capture the way his muscles were showing through his shirt as his arms were flexed behind his head.
You could see Eren had minimized your post on his story, the phrase ‘mf whipped fr 🤝’ in blocky letter captioned underneath the post.
A sudden laugh caught Jean off guard as he watched your reaction. You knew Eren supported your relationship to the max, but that doesn’t mean he still can’t tease Jean about it.
Looking at his face, Jean was trying to hide his amused face under a glare.
“Relax, my little flower.” You cooed in a baby voice and gently squeezed his face under your palms. “I was just showing the world how much I love you…unless you’d rather me take it down?” Your eyebrow rose as you pouted. You knew he’d never ask you to that.
He let out a soft sigh and locked his phone. “No, don’t take it down. But you owe me! I need to post another video of me working out.”
You playfully rolled your eyes as Jeans thoughts were rambling out loud.
“I’ll invite Eren to work out with me, yeah. Then when we post the video, it’ll be obvious I’m bigger than him. God damn, I’m a genius.”
Standing up, you gave him a soft peck on the cheek before walking to the bathroom.
“I’m gonna do a face mask right now, babe.”
“Wait for me!”
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the open road (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot
Happy 5.5k 🤪🤪 I’ve literally had this idea in my head for a WHILE so I am mf glad to have it out. Enjoy ;))
Summary: All the times you and Hotch spent on the open road, and the one where you couldn’t help yourself.
Warnings: smut 18+ only blah blah we know the drill (pls!), car sex!! blowjob ;)) unprotected sex (don’t be like them, use a condom), lots of teasing, lots of fluff/smut adjacent dialogue
WC: ~2.8k
It started when you saw how Hotch drives when he’s in a hurry.
Your body flung against the car door despite your hold on the safety handle above you. Infuriated, you went to yell at Hotch to slow the fuck down, until you saw the look on his face, the way his hands gripped the wheel, the way his muscles flexed underneath his dress shirt.
Oh.
Oh, the thoughts you had were beyond inappropriate, especially considering the circumstances. You were rushing to catch the unsub, and you were having unholy thoughts about your boss.
You quickly focused your eyes back on the road ahead, chanting cleansing thoughts to calm your mind down from whatever the hell that was.
It worked in the moment, but only just. What truly didn’t help matters was that you somehow always ended up riding shotgun with Hotch, no matter what. Sometimes with Rossi in the backseat, but most times it’s just you two.
Which makes it impossibly hard to hide your staring.
On this particular day, you and Hotch went to a prison about an hour away to interview a serial killer on death row. This sort of thing is routine, but you’ve never tagged along for them. It’s usually Reid or Prentiss, but for some reason, Hotch decided to take you.
It was a boring day, to say the least. Traffic getting there was awful. The checks to get into the prison and then to the specific area took forever. To make matters worse, the killer didn’t really want to talk. He wanted to play games.
Needless to say, you feel like it was a waste of time. But you can’t say that to your boss.
Instead, on the ride back to Quantico, you say, “That was enlightening.”
Hotch scoffs, then laughs. “It was a nightmare.”
“Okay, well, I wasn’t going to say that.”
“It’s alright, you can say it.”
“Fine, it was boring as hell and a complete nightmare,” you blurt, glad to have gotten it off your chest.
Hotch laughs loudly this time. “You were holding that in.”
“Maybe,” you shrug, grinning. “Definitely.”
Hotch goes to reply, but stops himself when he has to slam on brakes. A sea of red taillights are ahead.
“That looks like a nightmare,” you groan, pulling up your GPS. “Two and a half hours to get home?”
“There must’ve been a wreck,” Hotch comments, angling his head to get a better look and that looks hotter than hell.
“We should probably get off at this exit,” you say. Thankfully, you’re in the far right lane, so exiting won’t be hard.
“Good plan,” he says, putting on the signal to get over to the ramp. “Can you navigate back to the BAU?”
“Sure,” you say. “Take a left up here.”
At first, the traffic is just as bad with everyone getting off at the same ramp to avoid the interstate, but soon it calms down.
You rant about the interview while navigating, not even realizing Hotch is replying to you until he compliments you.
“What?” you blink.
“I said you did good today,” he repeats. “You held yourself well. You should do more of these with me.”
“With you?”
“Well, I wouldn’t advise doing them alone.”
“Why not?”
“It’s better done in pairs,” he says, and that’s all he’ll elaborate.
So, you decide to tease him. “Sounds like you just want an excuse to spend more time with me.”
“I don’t need to make excuses to do that,” he replies smoothly, catching you off guard.
“Oh?”
“I chose you today on purpose,” he says. “Not as an excuse.”
“Oh,” you say, not sure what to make of that. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he says. And the drive is silent after that.
+++
Now, you look forward to riding shotgun with Hotch.
Maybe you shouldn’t, but you let yourself think those wildly inappropriate thoughts. And the more tame ones, which you’re able to voice, because he’s taken a liking to complimenting you, too.
“New haircut?” he says when you knock on his office door. He had barely glanced up at you from where he’s sitting, but one second was all he needed to see the difference.
“First one to notice,” you smile, stepping into his office.
“I just pay a lot of attention to you.” That’s enough to make you swoon, but he continues. “It looks good on you.”
“Thank you,” you reply. You study him for a moment. “New tie?”
“Yes,” he chuckles, lifting the piece of fabric. “A birthday gift this morning from Dave.”
Your eyes widen. “Is today your birthday?”
Sheepishly, he nods.
“Aaron!” you scold, blowing right past the fact that you used his first name. “Why didn’t you say?”
“It’s not a big deal, and serial killers don’t care about birthdays,” he says, grabbing his briefcase. He stands and buttons his jacket. “Are you ready?”
“I guess,” you mutter. “I’m mad that you scheduled this for your birthday.”
“Not for my birthday, it just happens to be on my birthday.”
“Same difference.”
“Alright, let’s go,” he gestures for you to go out the door. “Before we’re late.”
“We won’t be late,” you scoff.
“You just have to have the last word today, don’t you?”
You pause. Well. Those thoughts are definitely inappropriate, and you’re glad you stopped yourself from saying something you shouldn’t have. Especially with the rest of the team staring up at you and Hotch from their desks down in the bullpen.
They’ve been listening to your bickering for the past few minutes. They knew it was his birthday (courtesy of Reid), but they also know he isn’t a fan of huge celebrations.
Still, you’re upset about this, and Hotch has no idea why.
You bid the team goodbye as you and Hotch head out to the garage to pick up a BAU vehicle to take to the prison.
The drive there is smooth on the interstate. The interview is slightly less of a bore than the last few, but also not enlightening. Everything the killer said, you already knew.
Hotch decides not to take the interstate back to Quantico.
“It’ll only add half an hour,” he says. “I’m tired of seeing only interstate signs.”
“Suit yourself,” you say. Normally he can’t wait to get back to work.
You use this as the perfect time to corner him about his birthday, sure that he’ll regret his decision and get back on the interstate.
“How are you celebrating?” you ask.
“I’m not,” he shrugs.
“Why not?”
“Well, for starters, we have work tomorrow.”
“And?”
“I don’t want to be out late.”
“One drink won’t be late.”
“I’m old.”
You snort. “You’re not that old.”
“I’m 44.”
“Not old, I’d still go--” you stop yourself abruptly.
“You’d what?”
“Nothing,” you laugh. Shit shit shit. “You’re not old.”
“What were you going to say?”
“Nothing!” you cry, laughing awkwardly.
“Y/N.”
“Nothing, Aaron.”
“You can tell me.”
You shake your head. “I definitely cannot.”
“Y/N.”
“Aaron.”
You stare at him and he stares back at you, intermittently looking away to watch the road, but it’s wide open. No one is around. And he’s better at staring than you are.
“Fine,” you grumble. “I’d still…I’d still go for you.”
“Go for me?”
“Yes, like, have sex with you— with a 44 year old because 44 isn’t that old— Please watch the road and stop looking at me.”
He grins, but he looks back at the road. One car passes. You’re mortified. You want to jump out of the window and roll into the ditch and stay there.
“Will you say something?” you blurt.
He laughs, and that makes you grimace. This is not how you pictured this conversation happening.
“Thank you. I think,” he says.
“You’re welcome,” you huff. “Even though I shouldn’t have said anything. That was inappropriate.”
“It wasn’t inappropriate,” he replies, and his hand does what it has done this entire trip -- and drives in the past. He gestures into your space on the passenger side, each time nearly connecting with your arm. This time, his fingers graze your skin.
“Okay…” you hesitate for a moment, keeping your arm on the console, not inching away from his touch.
He doesn’t move his hand, either, and it’s strange. His knuckles brush down your arm, over your wrist and to your fingers where he rests his hand over yours. You can feel his own hesitation, wondering how many lines this is crossing and how many rules are being broken.
“So, if I-- if someone my age,” he corrects himself, “asked you on a date, you would go for it?”
“Absolutely,” you reply a little too quickly.
“It seems like you’ve thought about this.”
“I have,” you admit.
“Good to know,” he says, smirking. And that’s the end of it.
+++
It’s a slow progression, your relationship with Hotch. The many car rides together on the open road provide for perfect moments. Here, with no one around, the two of you can be affectionate without worry.
He holds your hand while he drives, occasionally bringing your knuckles to his lips for a kiss. You play with his fingers, tracing his knuckles, the lines on his palm.
Sometimes, when he’s feeling bold, he’ll rest his hand on your thigh. The first time it happened, arousal paralyzed you. Now, it makes you want to climb in his lap.
He has to know what he’s doing.
He squeezes your thigh and you’re done for, squirming in your seat like it’s uncomfortable.
“What is wrong with you?” he asks.
“Oh, don’t you dare,” you mutter.
“What?”
“You have your hand on my thigh and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”
“Do you want me to move?”
“No, you-- Let me just--” You move his hand, only so you can give him a taste of his own medicine. You place your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch, and his jaw tenses immediately. “See?”
“I see.”
You squeeze your hand, digging your fingertips in, and you see him swallow hard. “Want me to move my hand?” you ask playfully. You begin to take your hand away and he grabs your wrist, keeping your hand right where it is.
Oh?
He says nothing about it, so neither do you. The drive continues in silence, only the radio playing lowly.
After a while, you notice that not a single car has passed by. The two of you seem to be alone again on this road.
Your skin is burning with the anticipation of what you want to do. Your fingers twitch against his leg, wanting to move further up his thigh, but resisting.
He’ll tell you to stop. If it’s too much. You should just go for it.
So you do.
In a moment of reckless boldness, you stare straight ahead at the road and slowly creep your hand up his thigh.
You hear him inhale sharply, but he doesn’t stop you.
You trace slow circles on the fabric of his pants, each time inching closer and closer to where you want to be. His belt will be in the way, though. That’ll have to go first.
“You should tell me to stop,” you murmur, letting your fingers travel to his belt. You begin to tug on it, getting his attention. “Aaron?”
“Keep going,” he says, through a tight jaw. He glances over at you but then back at the road. His left hand tightens on the wheel.
He wore the belt that snaps, so you’re able to open it swiftly. Unbuttoning his pants, you tug the zipper down. He’s already hard, but not fully just yet. His restraint is unbelievable to you, but you know his body well enough now to get around it.
He adjusts his hips to give you better access, but accidentally revs the car when he does.
“Relax,” you chuckle. “You can’t run us off the road.”
“I won’t,” he says firmly.
You hum as you tease him some more, lightly touching him, smirking as he grows. Easy.
He’s uncomfortable, reaching down to move his underwear. If you weren’t so pleased with yourself, you would’ve swatted his hand away. But instead you let him do it, wasting no time in wrapping your hand around him.
“Your hands are always so cold,” he laughs, his voice deeper now.
“You’re always so warm,” you retort, stroking him gently. “Is there anyone around?”
He looks in the rearview and then shakes his head. “No.”
“Good,” you smirk, unbuckling your seatbelt. You lean over the console, glad that this model has such a flat design.
“Shit,” he cusses, realizing what you plan to do. He should’ve known better than to assume otherwise, honestly.
You take him into your mouth with a low hum, loving the way the muscles in his legs tense immediately. Only the tip rests on your tongue, yet you feel his heart rate beginning to pick up.
He talks a big game, acting nonchalant and cool, until your mouth is on him. He’s said before that he loses it all with you. There is no holding back.
Taking him deeper, you feel him hit the back of your throat sooner than expected, causing you to gag. This angle is different, and his hand reaches for your shoulder, a gentle touch, asking if you’re alright.
You suck him down again, better prepared now, and his hand tenses, lifting off your skin to not leave bruises, even though you’d like him to (but you haven’t told him that just yet).
To compromise, you grab his hand and place it on the back of your head, looking up at him. He glances down in surprise, meets your eyes, and groans, letting out the sound he’s been holding inside.
His hand pushes on your head, the pressure igniting something inside of you. You adjust to get a better angle, pulling back to swirl your tongue over his head.
The car speeds up again, but he catches himself, not wanting you to stop. His hand remains at the back of your head, keeping you in place, as if you’d go anywhere anyway.
“I’m gonna have to pull over,” he mutters, barely getting the words out.
You shake your head and he groans loudly. Lifting up, you look at him. “Where’s the fun in that?”
His head hits the headrest and he sighs, chuckling deliriously. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“You say that every time,” you tease.
He continues driving, determined now to not pull over. The thrill goes away if he isn’t driving.
Continuing as you were, you chase his release, desperate to hear him. You take him into your mouth fully again, swallowing with a contented hum.
You feel it when he begins to unravel, the way he twitches in your mouth, the way his abdomen tenses. He keeps your head pinned down, only lightly, but enough for you.
His climax is unexpected even for him, spilling down your throat without much more than a few seconds warning. He lifts his foot from the gas, willing his eyes to stay open enough to see the road.
You swallow it all, coaxing more from him, relishing in his little noises. If it weren’t for the console finally digging in a little too hard to your ribcage, you would stay.
You lift your head with a satisfied smile, squeaking in surprise when his hand on the back of your head pulls you into him for a kiss.
“The road!” you mumble through kisses, keeping an eye on it, even though it’s still empty.
“Fuck the fucking road,” he mutters, swerving to pull off to the side. He puts the car in park and pulls you back in.
“Aaron!” you laugh, letting him haul you into his lap.
“I can’t drive and do this,” he says, putting both hands on your face and smothering you in a kiss.
He grows harder underneath you, especially now that you’re sitting in his lap, grinding your hips against him.
“Thank god these windows are tinted,” you chuckle as he practically rips your pants off of your legs. You hear a seam rip and you give him a tired look. “Seriously?”
“I’ll buy you more,” he says, finishing the job and ripping them entirely. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Whore,” you snicker, but it’s broken off when he enters you in one swift movement.
“You were saying?” he whispers, smirking against your cheek. You can’t answer and he starts to grin, nipping at your jaw. “That’s what I thought.”
+++
When the two of you return to Quantico two hours late, the team starts to wonder what is really going on.
Each time, your excuse is traffic, stopping to get food, gas, or all of the above. But this time, there is no hiding the obvious.
Meaning, the way Hotch has to come into the office to grab your go bag from your desk so you’ll have a pair of fucking pants to wear into the building.
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what about Harvey when he’s jealous? His wife is attending an event at the firm with him, she’s wearing a nice dress and one of his rivals from another firm is oggling her and she dogdes his advances gracefully, but when they get home he’s bending her on the closest surface and chanting “mine” skxmcmdks
{Put it on Me} Harvey x Reader
oh BOY have I been thinking about this tehe. Also, you are my soul source of Harvey inspiration pls pls pls keep the requests coming. I have such a hard time coming up with ideas on my on so getting to create something specific really helps. Enjoy loves!!! title from this song
Word Count: 3,375
Warnings: jealousy, minor dom/sub concepts, unprotected sex, flirty banter, Harvey being a possessive mf.
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As I stepped around the corner of the hallway, Harvey was leaning against the kitchen island, hands braced on the counter, gaze very much pinned on my silhouette.
“So, what do you think?” I asked, gesturing to the gown I had picked out over the weekend. “I thought the green would match well with yours.”
Harvey’s eyes melted over my frame, scanning every inch as he just stood. Watching. “You… Yn, you look breathtaking. What do you say we skip the firm announcement and just stay in?”
I laughed, the sound of my heels echoing off the walls. “As much as that sounds like a great idea, we can’t exactly snub off the announcement of a merger.”
“You just have to be the buzzkill don’t you?” Harvey smiled, planting his hands on my hips. “I should have you locked up for how good you look.”
“I don’t think you’d be able to convince a jury I’ve committed a crime, not if I bat my lashes and give them that flirty smile that sent you crawling to the floor.”
His eyes narrowed, backing me against the island in a firm spin. “Let’s not forget who can make those same lashes flutter shut, either.”
Bastard.
Harvey was dressed well– he always was. Terribly and insufferably great at finding the perfect suit. It was a three piece; the vest and jacket were black, but he wore this green tie that went with my dress. He said that since this would be the first event we attended together as a married couple, he wanted everyone to know.
Endearing, and mildly possessive.
I loved it when he was possessive.
“Okay, Maverick, let’s get to the flightdeck before we run out of fuel,” I patted his chest, grabbing my clutch and slipping in my earrings.
“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you make Top Gun references?”
“Almost as many times as you’ve told me how much you love when I’m on my knees,” I whispered in his ear before heading to the door.
Harvey landed a firm smack on my ass, sending laughter tumbling out of me before we kissed and headed down to the limo waiting for us.
I looked up and out of the window, taking in the views of the towering skyscrapers. The venu was gorgeous; all sleek marble and intricate architecture. Who knew such a place existed in New York.
When we arrived, Harvey stepped out first, taking my hand and guiding me out. I clutched his bicep as we ascended the stairs, greeting the security guard in front of the glass doors.
“Ahh, Mr. and Mrs. Specter,” the guard greeted. “Welcome. Ms. Pearson and Mr. Litt is waiting for you inside, as well as the other guests.”
Harvey gave me a nod, and I gave him one back. “Thank you, sir.”
He opened the door for us, and the inside was just as meticulously crafted as the outside. It was stunning, truly stunning. They don’t make buildings like this anymore, and that makes me a little sad.
“Yn!” Donna called out, several heads turning in our direction. “Oh my god you look amazing!”
“I couldn’t say anything less about you, Donna. You look so good, that royal blue makes your hair look so awesome,” I smiled pressing a kiss to her cheek. “And you too, Jessica. You look marvelous.”
“Thank you, Yn,” she smiled, accepting my hug. “Don’t you clean up nice, Harvey.”
He rolled his eyes, snagging a flute of champagne from a waiter on their way by. “I’ve been known to clean up every now and then.”
Conversation flowed easily between the small cluster I’ve been encompassed with. It is so nice to have such a tight knit group of people to not only call my friends, but my family. When Harvey first brought me around them, it had just been after a huge win against a firm enemy. Daniel Hardman, who I’ve come to know the full story about, had his ass handed to him. Afterwards, Harvey was far too proud to keep his mouth shut about us and insisted I needed to be a part of the celebration.
Donna was the first to meet me, and we shared one look and knew we were gonna be best friends. We made an incredible team. Especially when we teamed up against Harvey together.
Jessica was polite, but not nearly as friendly as Donna or Louis. Mike was nice, and so was Rachel, but they were too love struck, always off in their own little bubble.
Cuties.
Dinner was served just before eight and we dined, exchanging stories left and right. I got to hear about his days at the firm from their perspective, to which I get to tell them from mine. Wildly different, might I add.
The food was rich and decadent; a choice between a filet mignon or a salmon steak. I went with the filet mignon, it looked too good to pass up. Apparently everyone else agreed because our plates all looked identical when they came out.
More champagne and a belly full of great food later, Harvey and I found ourselves at the bar, ordering drinks for ourselves. Sure Harvey enjoyed the company of his co-workers, but even he needed a break from the people he saw every day. And so did I.
“If she comes back, order me an old fashioned for me my love?” Harvey said, kissing the back of my hand. “I just saw one of our investors walk in. I want to make sure he keeps investing.”
“I’ll make sure she puts in an extra cherry for you,” I winked, letting his lips fall onto mine.
“God I love you.”
With a lingering touch, he was off across the room, that classic Harvey Specter saunter to his gait. He looked so confident, so proud of all the work he had accomplished in his career. And he should be. Harvey has built an empire here in New York and has done more than earn his reputation.
It baffled me that underneath that ‘tough as nails’ attitude, was just someone who wanted to be loved and cherished as much as I had. I love Harvey, with every bit of my soul. He was so deserving of someone who truly loved him and not the amount of zeros in his bank account.
When we first met, I hadn’t known who he was, and he liked that very much. He told me he was a lawyer, a good one, but never specified which didn’t bother me really at all. It was complicated for a long while, but eventually I wore him down and he opened up. There weren’t any details of his life he didn’t share once that wall was broken down. When I met Donna for the first time, she thanked me for it. She said that I pulled that child-like behavior out of him and made him fall in love with being a lawyer all over again.
That made my heart swell with pride.
A gentle tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my memory of Harvey, and I met a pair of tempest blue eyes.
“Oh, hello,” I gave a polite smile, turning to face the man.
“Hello to you, too,” he smiled, eyes darting around my face. “I’m Travis.”
“Yn,” I said, taking his hand in mine.
“You know,” he rubbed his fingers over his chin, “Most people tend to just wear an outfit, but clearly you are going the extra mile by capturing everyone’s attention by simply sitting here.”
I hit my smile, “Well, that is kind of you to say.”
“And the earrings, they really bring the whole thing together. Did you do your hair yourself?”
“Yes,” I exclaimed, rather enthusiastically. “It looks a lot more complicated than it was. It genuinely only took me five or six minutes to do but it looks incredible, right?”
I swiveled in the bar stool, turning the back of my head to him. He blew out a low whistle and gave a light applause, “It looks amazing.”
“Are you here from the merger?” I asked, not recognizing this Tanner fellow.
“Oh, no I am merely here as a… a guest.” His eye had this glint to it when he took a sip of his clear drink. I could smell the vodka from here.
“Me too,” I said, turning my attention to the space around us. “Isn’t this place so cool? I love all the columns and pillars and- oh! Excuse me, can I get an old fashioned? With an extra cherry in it?”
“Of course,” the bartender nodded, walking away to start mixing the drink.
“Wouldn’t have pegged you for whiskey kinda girl,” Travis said, resting his elbows on the counter beside me.
“Oh, I’m not it’s for-”
“Tanner.” Harvey’s voice slithered down my spine. He sounded so… so repulsed.
“Harvey,” Travis pushed to his full height. “Nice to see you here-”
“What are you doing here.” It wasn’t a question.
“Your name is Tanner?” I asked. Why would he lie to me?
“No, no my name is Travis. Tanner is my last name.”
“She doesn’t give a shit about what your last name is. Now get the hell out of here.”
“Woah, calm down Harvey. I’m just talking with this beautiful lady, no need to twist your panties. I was here first, you don’t get to swoop in here and steal my conversation,” Travis frowned, setting the glass down rather harshly on the counter.
“Hey Yn, isn’t that an 8 carat diamond?” Harvey stood directly behind me, sliding his fingers down my left arm, grabbing my wrist and facing it towards Travis.
“Uhh, yeah what’s going-”
“That's right, it is. Funny how I knew that, isn’t it Tanner? Well, that’s because I bought it for her. So how about you get the hell out of here and if I ever catch you trying to flirt with my wife again I will put you six feet in the fucking dirt, do you understand me?”
My eyes damn near fell out of my fucking skull. I knew Travis was being polite, or flirting I guess, but I wasn’t going to let anything come of it, of course.
Travis looked like he was going to be sick. He scurried off, metaphorical tail tucked between his legs.
Harvey dropped my hand and reached around me to grab his freshly crafted drink.
“Okay, hotshot, what was that all about?”
“Do you remember that shit-show of a case that we fought a few months ago, the one that got reopened after four years?” I nodded. “Yeah, that was him. And that's the asshole who tried to have me disbarred.”
Holy shit. “Oh, fuck Harvey. I had no idea.”
“Of course you didn’t,” he smiled faintly. “There’s no other reason he’s here tonight other than to piss me off.”
“Don’t let it get to you,” I said, standing up and taking his face in my hands. “Would you like to passionately make out in front of all these people just to make Travis Tanner mad?”
“Yes, yes I would like that very much,” Harvey grinned, linking his arm around my wait and pressing me close before sending a shiver down my spine with the force of his lips on mine.
“That guy is an asshole,” I said, needing a moment to catch my breath. Surely that did the trick, Travis was nowhere in sight. “You shouldn’t trust anyone with two first names, it’s weird.”
Harvey bellowed out a laugh, nodding his head over his shoulder. I could tell he wanted to leave, but I wouldn’t let him slink off without saying proper goodbyes to everyone that was worth an explanation as to where we fled to.
Donna didn’t need to see us leave, because I had a text on my phone with a bunch of eggplant and peace emoji’s with an accompanying message that said ‘GONNA BE SOME GOOD D TONIGHT GIRL’. She must’ve seen the whole interaction between Travis, Harvey and I.
All I sent back was a winky face.
By the time we got off the elevator, Harvey couldn’t keep his hands off of me. Not that I wanted him to, but we hadn’t even made it outside before his tongue was sweeping inside my mouth.
We pressed to the front door while jammed in the key, effortlessly unlocking it like he had done it a thousand times before. We crashed through, and Harvey wasted no time pinning me to the door.
“Mmm Harvey,” I whined into his mouth.
“Yes, pretty girl?” God damn did I love when he calls me that. “What do you need?”
“You, just you,” I looked at him through my lashes, watching that evil smirk wash over his features. Nothing could have stopped his hand clamping around my throat, pulling me off the door and into the kitchen. He hoisted me up onto the island and began to strip.
Harvey tossed his jacket onto the counter behind him, the tie was next. He made it painfully slow, doing nothing to hide his intentions of making it agonizing for me. I rolled my eyes, hands finding the buttons on his vest, flinging it over my shoulder.
“Needy,” he gripped my chin, crushing his mouth with mine. For a few minutes, or hours, we drank each other in. Restless hands and desperate pleas of need. Silk wrapped around my wrists, tight and commanding. I looked down and saw his tie around them, knotted in a figure eight and yanked until it burned.
“Harvey-”
“You’re mine. All. Mine. No one else has the right to do so much as think otherwise.” My core rippled with heat, eyes lulling shut at his words. “Aww, you like hearing that, don’t you? That I get to see you like this? All tied up? Such a pretty girl, Yn. I bet you’re such a mess for me already.”
He grabbed the fabric around my wrists and pulled me off the counter, flipping me over and forcing me to bend over. Harvey fisted up the hem of my skirt, quite literally tearing my thong off my hips.
I went to yell at him, but his finger dragged between my legs, and my spine shivered. “Fuck, Harvey…”
“You are a mess for me,” I could hear the possession in his voice. “Mmm, and you taste so sweet, Yn.”
I heard his fly unzip, the clang of his belt following after. My toes barely touched the ground as my forearms pressed against my ribs. I tried to scramble up a little so my hips fit with the edge of the counter, but Harvey just gripped the back of my hair and pulled me up.
He clicked his tongue, “Oh Yn, such a pretty thing you are. And I am going to have my way with you, and you’re gonna scream my name for the whole city to hear.”
I clenched my thighs together, pressing my forehead against the cool surface, though it quickly warmed with my breathing and panting. I felt the tip of his cock press against me, and his hips slowly met mine.
He pushed me further onto the counter, thankfully letting go of my hair before he pulled out.
Harvey’s hands on my hips were brutal; bruising my skin, commanding, feverish as they roamed my ass and thighs. Clawing marks.
“God Yn…” he sighed out, thrusting all the way back in, pulling my hips all the way flush with his. “Fuck you are so warm. So perfect for my cock.”
“Please,” I begged, wiggling my ass to entice him further.
“Please what, pretty girl? Come one, use your words.”
I shuddered around him, and he laughed at me. A cruel, wicked laugh as he stuffed himself further.
“Harder, I want- need it harder.”
“That’s my girl,” Harvey landed his palm on my ass, undoubtedly turning it bright red as he did it again. With one snap of his hips, and I knew I was gonna be ripped apart.
I didn’t know that much about Travis Tanner, but judging by the way this was going, Harvey really fucking hated the guy. If Harvey had any other enemies, maybe I should let them all flirt with me if it has the chance of turning into this.
My chest rammed across the counter, my thighs and pelvic bone rocking into the side of the island. It hurt, fuck did it hurt, but it made it so much better. Harvey’s brutal pace had him panting and groaning, cursing under his breath while he fisted his hand back in my hair.
I craned up, back aching with the force of his unyielding grip. It was hard to breathe, in the most soul fluttering way possible. It was such a euphoric feeling to be under his complete control.
“Yeah, you love this, don’t you? Being completely at my mercy? Submitting to my every decision?”
“Yes Harvey,” I whimpered. Full on whimpered. “Fuck-”
“Don’t be shy, pretty girl, let it all out for me to hear.”
He threw my head down, hair swinging around my shoulders and falling in my face. I let my head go limp, moans pouring out of my mouth. His hips slammed into mine, brutal and ruthless. Every inch of my body was on fire, veins pumping blood widely through my limbs, making them tingle. My toes curled, knees knocking into the wood paneling over and over and over.
I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t say anything, to get him to slow his pace. I writhed and cried out his name. I could hear it echo off the walls, and I knew our neighbors would be taping a complaint to our door by the morning.
“Fuck, baby, gonna cum,” he threw his head back, hips stuttering as he held on to my waist. “Fuck, Yn you are so fucking messy for me. Gonna fill you up.”
I squirmed when his finger brushed against my clit, chills spreading all down my arms and back. I felt tears prick my eyes. I hadn’t even realized how close I actually was to my release, and it slammed into me without any hint of a warning.
“Yeah, that's it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock,” Harvey’s voice was like a sin. Pure, raw, unfiltered sin.
His fingers circled and circled around, lighting my body and dragging out the waves of pleasure that rolled through me.
Harvey let out a string of curses, and his hips stilled. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down onto him, hips ramming in once-twice-three-four times before he stilled. He bent over me, heaving for a breath against the middle of my back.
I called his name several times, unable to keep still. My hands were going numb from the bindings, and my knees and hips ached.
With a big inhale, Harvey lifted off my body. His hands trailed all the way down my back to my exposed ass, pulling it apart. “Well, would you look at that. So messy, full of me…”
My pussy clenched around him, and I felt his release slide down the inside of my thigh. His finger dragged his back up and speared it into my skin.
“That’s right, pretty girl, you’re all mine, aren’t you? Say it.”
“I’m yours Harvey, all yours,” I plead, wallowing in the feeling of pure bliss. His hands were much more gentle this time around when he lowered me back to the ground.
That mouth of his most certainly wasn’t. Harvey forced his tongue in, practically shoving it down my throat. I choked, and he grinned like the devil.
“Yeah, that’s right, Yn. You’re all mine. All fucking mine.”
I stared up at him in a starry daze. My head was foggy, and my legs were weak. “God do I love it when you get like this.”
Harvey’s hand caressed my cheek, thumb sweeping under my eye to where I’m sure my makeup was smudged.
“And god do I love it when you let me worship you, fucking you exactly like you deserve to be. No one else could ever fuck you as good as I can. Right, pretty girl?”
I grinned, equally as devilish as him, “Right, Harvey.”
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Reader's dress
Harvey's suit
#harvey specter#harvey specter suits#suits smut#suits fanfic#suits fanfiction#harvey specter x reader#harvey specter smut#harvey specter fanfiction
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had to write this concept before i forgot it, lol. tw: toji! x chubby!reader, reader is mentioned to be bratty and submissive, use of pet names (mama, sugar, baby), breeding!, reader being cock drunk and toji is pussy drunk like a mf. per usual, i write with black women/woc in mind but all are welcome to read and enjoy. love ya!
toji fucks his pretty chubby bunny like there’s no tomorrow every. single. time.
now of course it took the two of you a bit of time to get comfortable with each other. and by the two of you, i mean you. at first, you were apprehensive to toji seeing you in a bra, much less completely nude!
but after a couple of months, the two of you grew to love each other and your guard completely crumbled to the ground. finally allowing toji to see you, whenever he wanted, however he wanted.
hence why now, it doesn’t matter the occasion, time, or place, when he can fuck you. but just how many times he can get u to cum before he does.
and right now, in your shared candle lit bedroom, he’s at a record number of three…
“jesus fucking christ baby, love it when you lemme fuck ya like this” toji says in between thrusts. there’s sweat beading at his hair line, causing his raven black hair to dampen ever so slightly.
mindless babbles and cries leave your lips as a response, causing him to chuckle and stroke you at a painfully slow pace.
“c’mon baby, talk ta me. lemme know how good i make ya feel.” he’s in your ear, but it feels like his voice is traveling all over you. at this point, you’re so delirious, it feels like he’s talking from inside your head.
“toji y’feel s’good. wanna do this f’rever” you say with a heavy tongue, glossy lips, and tears streaming down your face. if you’d have seen yourself right now, you would’ve ran away from him, but toji can only think to himself how beautiful you look right now.
beautiful hair splayed over the pillows in such a perfect way. your sleepy eyes looking up through those beautiful eye lashes. the perfect nose and full lips. silver jewelry all tangled from the movements, but he doesn’t care. how could he care when your body, that perfect and pliant body, is on display for him? so soft and pretty. smelling of vanilla, you’re like his own piece of heaven. one that he gets to build up and tear down each time you let him.
it’s why each time you let him fuck, he does it like he wants to put you through the mattress.
“forever huh? maybe you should quit that stupid job like i told ya. stay at home and sit pretty for me while i take care of ya. would ya like that mama? tell me sugar.” he’s baiting you, but you’re too cock drunk to care.
“yessss! yesyesyesyes! i’ll quit, i’ll do wha’ever toji jus please don’t stop” your eyes are crossing and your toes are curling. it’s quite shocking how toji can turn such a bratty girl like you into such a submissive and mailable mess.
but he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“‘kay baby. i won’t stop. not gonna till i fill ‘er up. make ya a mama. oh! yer lil pussy must reallyyy like that idea, she tightened up on me, hehe” he says. but his strokes are getting sloppier by the second, so you know he’s close too.
without a second thought, toji sticks his thumb in your mouth and you automatically suck on it. he pulls it out with a ‘pop’ and rubs tiny circles on your clit. it makes your legs shake while you attempt to close them despite toji’s body being in the way.
he grabs your face with his other hand and kisses you deeply, tongue swiping over your bottom lip before entering your mouth. at this point, the two of you are moaning and whining into each others mouths like some horny teens.
it’s amazing how your neighbors haven’t complained about the noise yet.
toji removes his mouth from yours and buries his head in your neck, “gonna cum baby. want it inside?” his voice is gravely and his thrusts are getting harder by the second.
“yes toji! wan’ it inside me!” you manage to whine out.
didn’t have to tell him twice, “okay baby, g’nna give it to ya- ah- fuck! there ya go baby. there ya fuckin go. take it all”. he’s cumming so hard that his jaw locked, forcing him to talk through his teeth. his hands pry your legs open as far as they can go, trying to savor as much of you as he can before the sensitivity kills him.
you can feel the warmth from his cum shoot deep into you, which triggers your fourth orgasm of the night. the two of you are mindlessly grinding against each other while riding out your highs. toji making note to not drop his full weight onto you, but hold you close, which results in you being elevated slightly off the bed.
soon after, you can feel toji set you down gently and lay on top of you. hes stroking your hair and wiping your tears away until he hears you let out a loud breath.
“ya back with me mama?” voice laced with concern.
“m’okay now toji.” you say with a slightly shakey voice. your hand comes up to brush some of his hair out from in front of his eyes.
toji sits back on his knees, still inside you, and examines your face and upper body for any signs of him being too rough.
“was scared i hurt ya. i know i can get a lil too rough at times” he says while rubbing your boobs gently.
you let out a small laugh and adjust yourself on the bed, causing your hips to move back slightly on toji’s dick. he tries not to hiss at the feeling but his brain has turned to mush again and now all he can think about is how good you smell. “you’re never too rough toji. i’d tell you if you were”. you say with such a sweet and gentle smile, meanwhile toji feels like a fucking rabid animal.
and suddenly, he’s laying on top of you again, kissing and sucking on your neck. his hands have moved back down to your thighs where they’ve begun to push your legs back.
his head knocks into your jaw and he licks the side of your mouth. his body is burning hot and he’s running low on stamina, but he can’t help himself.
“good. cause m’still hard”.
#toji x reader#toji x chubby reader#toji x black y/n#toji x y/n#toji thirst#toji x black reader#daddy toji#need him to crack me open like some crab legs#toji makes the brain go brrrrrrr
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Tying Leon up when he’s deep into sub space and having your tits just out of his reach when he just wants to suck on them! How cruel!!!
literally i love bondage i’m literally such a rigger (and a rope bunny haha but off topic) i have such an intense need to tie leon up or handcuff him to the bedframe of my bed like.. literally keep him hostage oops lol!!
but like first of all. getting leon into sub space is difficult!! he’s guarded and not very trusting so even if you’re in a relationship and he’s being submissive during sex and letting you do certain things to him, there’s always a part of him that is fighting to stay above the water so to speak, you know what i mean? he lets things happen irl, but meanwhile, inside of his head, he’s not truly letting go and truly submitting unless he can completely place his trust in you.
but god once you get him into some kind of sub headspace he’s so fucking pretty. glassy eyes and messy hair and drool down his chin and his head is foggy and he just trusts you so implicitly that you could do anything you wanted. if anything it’s even more dangerous because you might be able to push his boundaries and get him to do stuff or let you do stuff he might not actually want. just another reason why you have to be completely trustworthy to him.
but he’s such a nipple sucker when in sub space he’s literally a mf baby, you could just put his head on your chest and guide him closer and his lips would automatically wrap around your nipple and he’d suck and nip and close his eyes softly like it’s the most comfortable he’s ever been in his life.
but you don’t cuz you’re mean and he can’t get any closer to you because of the restraints and you just pull away any time he tries to get close so he just whines and whimpers and tries and tries to get his mouth attached to your chest, but the poor thing can’t seem to get what he wants. :(
#ur literally so mean anon omg#anon#resident evil#leon kennedy#sub leon kennedy#leon kennedy smut#resident evil smut#leon kennedy resident evil#sub leon kennedy smut
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sweet?
johnny suh x reader
warnings: fluff, kinda smut?, mdni !!, male oral, reader was described as “just a hole”, lmk if i missed any
a/n: accidentally deleted the request that asked for more johnny content 😭😭
“johnny” you huffed out, already getting ready to yell at the much taller figure in the other room. He had forgot to put down the toilet seat. once again. “yes hun?” he strolled in, a smile apparent on his face. you pointed to the toilet, “didn’t I tell u to put it down after? is there a loose screw in there?” you cocked your head to the side, giving him a nasty glare.
Johnny pouted and moved to put it down, you got out of his way, backing up to the sink. “sorry yn.. just forgot about it” he genuinely apologized. He knew you got ticked off easily, even with these small things but to you, it was a huge deal. why can’t he put it down? Is he dumb? Does his arms not work? you sighed and rubbed your forehead, trying to ignore the small headache. you walk out mumbling a “thanks” and walked to the cabinet that held all the medicine, grabbing some aspirin and taking it without any water. he came up from behind you and held you from your waist, placing his head on your shoulder, “you mad at me?” He smiled at you, “no, just a little annoyed??” in all honesty, you have no idea what you feel right now. One moment your mad the next your okay, confusing right? well johnny doesn’t mind, he can handle it. “That’s okay hun, let’s go back to the room, yeah?” You nodded at his words, walking inside your shared bedroom, laying on the bed soon after. He cuddled up right next to you. kissing your neck and holding you by the waist as you threw the blanket on the both of you. “your so beautiful, makes me kinda mad” he joked, giggling after. you joined in the laughter, “your handsome, kinda makes me mad too” you said the same, he hummed and continued to kiss your jaw and neck, johnny was never the type to force you to do anything, always wanting to go at your pace. Never saying he was horny or that he wanted you now, only saying things like that when it felt right. Of course you guys have had sex before but he would rarely say he wanted to fuck, always letting you say something first (unless he was horny like a mf) so when he said “I’m horny” it took you off guard, obviously you’ve heard him say things like that but he always sugar coated it like, “oh baby… would you want to..you know?” he was just sweet like that, and he definitely tasted sweet, so why would you pass up something as good as this? “then let’s fuck” you deadpanned. it was like a whole new him when you said those 3 words, who knew a man with such patience could be holding you down on his dick, not letting you go up for air. forcing you to breathe through your nose, “fuck yn, been waiting to go rough for so long, always so sweet and caring with you.. fuck wait just like that” he moaned and slurred his words, holding onto your hair as he used your mouth like it was just a hole, bobbing your head up and down on his long, girthy dick. “gonna cum, don’t spill anything or else” he spoke in a way you wanted to hear forever, fuck. did you like this new him?
#kpop#kpop smut#nct imagines#nct x reader#nct 127#nct johnny#johnnys#johnny suh#nct 127 johnny#nct 127 hard thoughts#nct 127 hard hours#nct 127 fluff#nct 127 smut#127
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Calling them out their name!
Ft. Zoro, Law, Crocodile, Doffy, Sanji, luffy.
Zoro
Zoro was literally minding his business and training. He was clearly trying to focus. But you decided to go bother him, the usual.
“Zozo!!” You call out to him. He sighed in annoyance because he heard you coming. However, he couldn’t stay mad because he hasn’t seen your pretty face all day. He took a long glance at the beauty before him before continuing his training.
“Hey.” He said positioning all 3 of his swords. You knew he was serious because he had his bandanna on.
“I’m bored we should go out today before its too late..” you say eyeing him. He still didn’t even look your way. So you got a little upset. He just ignored you.
“Zo.” You said firmly.
“What is it Dammit, I’m a little busy here woman.” He said lifting the dumbbells off of his swords. You decided to do something very crazy to get his attention.
“Why you gotta be a bitch all the time?” You said resting your head against your hand. Oh girl you thought he didn’t hear that? You heard the dumbbells drop and his swords did too.
That mf was caught ALLLLLL THE WAYYYY off guard. You seen a vein or two pop through his forehead. He was mumbling and cursing under his breath, he was mad as hell. He took his weights and trained elsewhere.
poor zo.. 💔 dont worry you guys made up.
Law
Law was just sitting down on the couch. Earlier, he’d act like it was such a task to swap places with the pile of clothes, making it easier to get the clothes into the correct room.
You were mad at him because you had to do it all by yourself. However, you weren’t that mad when you developed one of your silly plans in your head.
You never called Law out his name before. But the way he’s looking at you while acting lazy, had you on boiling point.
“You’re a bitch sometimes, law.” You said before his eyes shot open. He was appalled too. He rarely ever heard that word come out of your mouth anyway.
“M’ sorry mama.. you don’t have to call me names. I’ll make it up to you.” He said motioning to the cushion beside him.
Law was too sweet and too chill to actually react badly. He doesn’t like that you called him a bitch but he understands why you did it. Though it wasn’t right. He still love you thoughh.
Crocodile
Ma’am i think you’ve lost your mind.. 🧠 here ya go.
Crocodile was sitting in his office working away, the usual. And it was toooo quiet. He looked at his watch snd calculated that you should be walking in any minute now.
That’s when you came into his office.
“There you are, Sweet girl..” he said signing his papers.
“Hi croc. You said you’d take me shopping today.” You smiled as you leaned onto his desk. Your favorite store had new clothes come in and you heard its selling fast. So croc promised to take you there.
“Did i now?” He said signing away. You started to pout and doubt he was even listening to you. Which he wasn’t. You sighed aloud.
“Yes and the clothes are gonna sell out before we get there.” You said pouting.
“Cheer up sweetheart. My work ran a bit overtime today. I still have a lot to d—“
“You Dick head! You’re a liar too.”
He laughed then removed his cigar and blew his smoke. “Is that what i am, sweet girl? Sweet girls don’t use that language.” He said firmly.
You were mad. So so mad. So you decided to keep going.
“Ughh you stupid fucker—!” You yelled at him. But he just stared at you. He didn’t laugh this time.. i think you done it.
“That mouth is gonna get you in trouble, girl.” He stood up.
Lets just sayyy you wont call him out of his name again and he madd sure of it.. you gonna need a wheelchair maam, take one and go. 🦽🦽🦽
Doflamingo
Listen here ma’am, NOT A GOOD IDEA!!!
You were talking to your friend, (one of doffy’s servants) and you both were talking about Doffy.
Doffy was sitting at the stool at the kitchen island reading a newspaper about himself. So he wasn’t paying attention to you guys.
“He can be a bit ruthless sometimes, i dont know hoe you do it..” she said looking at you with sympathy.
“I mean yeah you’re right he is a bitch sometimes.” You shrugged. You heard a grunt and you turned towards him.
“Oh really.”
“Yes really and you know that.”
“Have you forgotten respect already, darling?” He said getting to eye level with you.
Yeaaah that night you definitely got a little punishment. And yes he did use his strings.. i got a lil lazy for this one but i might add moree.
Sanji
Sanji is too precious to do anything to hurt you. However if you called him out his name, he would feel like he did something horrible.
So he would make you a variety of foods, lights some candles, give you a bath, massage you, PAINT YOUR TOES, AND GIVE YOU SOME WINEEEEE. and maybe even some fun time after. Just to make up for his guilt.
Luffy
Luffy— of course he did something. He’s always doing some.
He ate ALL YOUR DAMN FOOD THAT YOU WERE SAVING!! what more do you have to do.. you wrote your name on the box and he still doesn’t listen.
He ate all the food and you called him s bitch. He just laughed and said the food was good. Poor luf luf doesn’t care or doesn’t know what it means.
#sanji smut#sanjionepiece#sanji x reader#sanji imagine#sanji x you#vinsmoke sanji#one piece sanji#straw hat sanji#op sanji#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgar law#trafalgardwaterlaw#trafalgar one piece#roronoa zoro#zoro roronoa x reader#zoro roronoa x you#sir crocodile#one piece crocodile#crocodile#crocodile x reader#doflamingo x reader#op doflamingo#donquixote doflamingo#doflamingo x you#one piece doflamingo#doflamingo x y/n#op luffy#straw hat luffy#luffy#monkey d. luffy
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Chateau | NSFW Vegeta OneShot [18+]
AN: I honestly couldn’t help myself. I had to write about my favourite DB boi. I’ve been planning one for a little while so I hope you all enjoy it!
Summary: The gang all go on vacation together after the events of the Buu saga, however, there is more on Vegeta's mind than meets the eye.
Title namesake: 'Chateau' by Blackbear
Content: Sexual and mature content. Vegeta and Bulma are not together and Trunks doesn’t exist. The reader is related to Chi-Chi. Praise kink. Oral sex. Teasing. Mentions of a breeding kink. Vegeta is a cocky mf, I kinda made him a lil down bad during the confession.
Word count: 2.7K
After taking on Majin Buu, the gang all decided it was time to take a huge vacation together before trying to find some normality. Mr Satan had booked and paid for everyone to go to a beachfront villa. Your sister Chi-Chi had invited you along with her family; her husband Goku and their two kids. You packed your suitcase with everything you'd need; bikinis, sunscreen, water bottles, towels. You were ready to spend time with your friends and loved ones.
On arrival, everyone seemed over the moon to be there, all apart from one. Sulking behind the group carrying his bags was Vegeta. You couldn’t help but notice the tension that was radiating from the proud prince. Determined to lift his spirits, you hung behind the group and approached him with a warm smile.
“Hey Vegeta,” you greeted him. Out of genuine concern and with a tilt of your head, you continued “What’s the matter?”
“Oh great, Kakarot’s insufferable bride’s equally as insufferable sister.” He said with an eye roll. When he glanced at you, you clocked his expression softening slightly. He grumbled, “It’s nothing that concerns you, woman,”
Refusing to be thrown off by his brash tone, you persisted. “Come on, Vegeta, we’re all here to relax and have fun.”
He hesitated for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by your display of persistence. After a heavy sigh, he muttered, “Fine. I suppose you’re right. But I don’t see the point in all this frivolity.”
You placed a gentle hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles ease ever so slightly at the touch. “Sometimes we all just need a break from the chaos, the training, the battles. Let’s just make the most of this time together.”
Vegeta glanced down at your hand on his arm, accidentally letting his expression softed further. He didn't pull away, instead, he found himself oddly comforted by your touch.
"Fine," he muttered, this time with a little less hostility. "But don't expect me to participate in any ridiculous beach games or play happy families with Kakarot's kids."
You chuckled, a sound that caught Vegeta and even yourself a little off guard. "Fair enough. Just promise me you'll try to enjoy yourself, even if it's just a little bit."
Vegeta's response was a grunt, but there was a flicker of acceptance in his eye. With that, you two joined up with everyone in the villa. It was a gorgeous place to call home for a few weeks. The wooden walls and wall-height glass windows overlooked the sea and the beach. Chi-Chi ran through the room plans. Goku and her, of course, took the biggest bedroom in the villa. Gohan and Videl were downstairs in another large bedroom. Goten had his own room near his parents which was the smallest. You were in your own room in the back corner of the uppermost floor next door to Vegeta's room. You leaned down to pick up your bags to start heading upstairs however were met with a shoulder nudging you out of the way. You looked over to see Vegeta leading the way. "Let me get these."
Days passed by in a blur of sunshine, laughter and relaxation. You spent time relaxing with your sister and niece-in-law on the beach while Goku, Gohan and Goten played in the roaring, crisp waves. Gradually, you even saw Vegeta come around to the idea of a vacation. He maintained his aloof demeanour, often preferring solitary walks on the beach or continuing to train behind everyone's backs in the villa's gym. However, there were a few moments when you caught him watching everyone with a hint of longing in his eyes. On this particular occasion, you heard the sliding door click open from the villa. You turned around to see him sporting just a dark blue pair of swimming shorts and a pair of black flip-flops. You hoped your sunglasses hid your eyes as you found yourself drawn to his perfectly chiselled body, toned legs and muscular arms. Sweat dripped down him in the blistering sun as it was clear he had finished another gym session. You let out a flustered sigh as he stretched, looking out in Goku's direction as he made his way down the beach.
"Y/N!" you heard a screech from beside you. You turned your head as your eyes met Chi-Chi's. She held a glare but quickly started to laugh hysterically.
"W-what!?" you responded, shuffling back awkwardly on your towel.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" she answered, "Older sister's intuition tells me that you're eyeing up Vegeta!"
"I am not!" you argued back. Chi-Chi only persisted in making a mockery of you. You rolled your eyes as you tried to play off your sister's teasing, but deep down, you couldn't deny the truth behind her words. There was something about Vegeta that drew you in, something beyond his tough exterior and gruff demeanour. You wanted to break that hard exterior.
As the days passed you found yourself spending more and more time with Vegeta. You started accompanying him to the gym or on his beachside walks. You both were simply enjoying each other's company in the villa. Despite his initial reluctance, he seemed to appreciate having someone to confide in, someone he could talk to about the heavy weight of his past and the struggles that he had faced.
On the sixth night of the vacation, the two of you found yourselves sitting side by side on the beach once again, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon in a blaze of fiery tones that reflected off the clear waters below. The gentle sound of the waves filled the air, a soothing backdrop to the tension that crackled between you.
You sat flushed to one another, you accepted in your head that you didn't think Vegeta would want to be any closer. His eyes fixated forward as you broke the silence, "It's beautiful isn't it."
Vegeta tore his gaze away from the horizon, turning to look at you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "Yes, you could say that... but I don't think it's the most beautiful thing on this beach."
You tilted your head, blinking a little in surprise. You felt your heart skip a beat, "Vegeta..."
He reached out his hand to brush against yours in a tentative gesture. "You know I'm not good with emotions, woman. I've been trying to deny it, push anything I feel aside," he confessed, his voice rough with emotions. "But I feel like I have to be honest with you. I don't find you annoying. I-"
Your breath caught in the back of your throat at his confession, your mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. You hadn't dared entertain the idea that Vegeta could ever feel the same way that you did. His vulnerability lit a fire in your chest, he lay his heart bare before you. Without hesitation, you leaned in closer as your lips met his. A spark ignited between the pair of you. He didn't deny your kiss, gripping your wrist as his lips matched yours. When you eventually pulled back, you were breathless and craved more. In the moment all you could see was Vegeta and all Vegeta could see was you. Nothing else mattered except the two of you embracing under the starlit sky. The world was slowly drawn into focus, and the sounds of the ocean crashing against the shore filled the air. You gazed deeply into Vegeta's eyes, seeing his vulnerability there took your breath away.
"I didn't expect this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Me neither," you confessed as a smile tugged the corners of your lips. You let your fingers trace his knuckles as you looked up and into his dark eyes, "I want you Vegeta."
He nodded as he leaned in, again claiming your lips as his. His hand sat comfortably on the side of your neck, his fingers tracing your jaw as he slipped his tongue gently into your mouth. You moaned softly, again matching his movements as your tongue swirled against his. Your hands raced through his dark hair, tugging it with your fingers as his moans matched yours. As he pulled away again, you fluttered your lashes with an innocent smile, "My room or yours?"
Without hesitation, Vegeta gripped your hand tightly as he marched back into the villa past everyone in the living room who were gathered to watch TV over dinner. Chi-Chi shot you a glance with a wink accompanying it and you could hear Goku question it as you reached the top of the stairs. "What was that about Chi-Chi?"
Vegeta shoved the door to his room open with his free hand, instantly closing it over once you were inside as he forced you against it. His warm breath greets your neck followed by his lips. Your moans were gentle, your hands gripped to his shoulders. He tugged gently at your skin with his fangs, revelling in the sounds coming from your lips. He grunted, "You do things to me, woman."
"Not as much as you do to me..." you whisper, pressing a playful kiss against his cheek. "My prince..."
Hearing that only got him more riled up. You could feel his hard cock push against your thigh through his shorts. He needed you now. Jumping up in his arms, he kept you held up by your thighs as you both continued making out. Vegeta directed you to the bed, throwing you down harshly as he pulled his tank top over his wide shoulders, dropping it on the floor. "Maybe if you're a good girl, your prince will reward you."
"Don't play coy. I've seen you eyeing me like a piece of meat this entire vacation. You've been begging for me to fuck you." You shook your head with a gentle bite of your lip, drawing a chuckle from the Saiyan's lips. You could only look up hungrily at his body, a smirk plastering his face as he undid the string of his shorts, "I'd be lying if I wasn't doing the same. Why do you think I was hiding out in that gym? Seeing you in that swimwear set me off more than I'm willing to admit."
As his shorts fell, you caught a glimpse of his massive cock as it sprung against his stomach. It was long, girthy and solid hard, craving your touch. He outstretched his finger and beckoned you towards him, "I want you to take me in your mouth."
You were quick to oblige, slowly crawling to the edge of the bed as you gripped his hard length in your hand. Your fingers could barely make it around his shaft. You looked up at him, your touch clearly making him fold as you gently began to suck on his tip. His moan was loud this time, his hand gripping your hair tightly as you stroked him at the same time. His eyes immediately shut, his mouth hanging open as he let more moans escape his lips, "Fuck, ah! Good girl. Such a good girl!"
You allowed your mouth to travel further down his shaft, your wrist twisting as you kept your grip on him. He couldn’t help but mumble and moan as he was like putty in your hands. You slipped off the bed and onto your knees, continuing to look on as you pleasured Vegeta. Your tongue pressured on the base of his cock, and your little kitten licks around his tip making him louder, you did everything right for him. You could feel his dick twitch, he was ready to cum in your mouth, but with one swift motion, he pulled you back to your feet. “Fuck… your turn.”
You were caught by surprise as Vegeta lowered you back down onto the bed on your back, gripping your tiny shorts as he slid them down your thighs. His eyes focused on what was waiting for him. “You’re soaking… I’ve barely even touched you, woman.”
He grasped your shoulders, turning you with your back to his chest as his hand slid down your torso, tugging at your panties hard to drive a moan out of your lips as the fabric rubbed off everything sensitive. He smiled, clearly loving to toy with you. Eventually, your panties were off and on the floor along with the rest of your clothes. He couldn’t help but let his fingers explore further down towards your heat. He circled your clit with his thumb, purring at the sound of your moans escaping your mouth. The louder you were, the harder he’d go, he knew he was pleasing you and he loved every second of it. You stuttered, your brain turning to mush, “V-Vegeta… fuck… so good…”
“I love how loud you are, Y/N, fuck!”
“K-keep going!”
He allowed his fingers to drift down more, keeping his thumb on your clit as he slid two of his fingers inside you. Keeping himself at a steady rhythm, he penetrated you deeper and deeper as he had one set goal in his mind. He wanted you to cum.
It wouldn't take him long to achieve it. You let out a high moan as you found yourself releasing onto Vegeta’s hand. He smirked in a cocky manner as he ground himself to a halt. You looked at him, your eyes watering as you panted heavily. “Fuck… I've never…”
“Shh…” he hushed you, sliding his wet fingers into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise as you gently suckled on them. “Taste how good you are, c'mon. That's a good girl…”
The back and forth was hot, intense, and absolutely nothing short of mind-blowing. You both clearly had one goal in mind now. Vegeta pinned you to the mattress, removing your shirt before positioning himself with your ankles on his shoulders. Slowly but surely he slid inside you, the size of his huge, hard cock stretching against you as he slowly thrust in. You gazed up at him, his eyes drifting back into yours as he grunted loudly in pure bliss. You whimpered with each thrust, Vegeta refusing to hold back as he picked up the pace, each movement pushing him deeper inside you.
“You want me to cum inside you? Is that what you want?” his voice was higher, it was clear he was close. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly as he moved in closer. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and basked in his loud callouts. Suddenly, he grabbed your face, his mouth just mere centimetres from yours as he repeated himself. “C’mon, tell me you want me to cum inside you.”
“Please Vegeta,” you begged, the roughness of his movements introducing you to a high you’d never felt before. “Please cum inside me.”
He smirked, letting a gasped laugh out as he buried his head into your chest. He was so close but so were you. You directed your nails to his shoulder blades, clawing in desperation as Vegeta left marks along your collarbone. The prince was whiny, you couldn’t help but love listening to him.
“I-I’m” you called out, his head snapped up as he gazed into your eyes. His hips snapped into you as fast as his body would allow him. You screamed out in pure pleasure, feeling a pure rush of adrenaline run through your body as Vegeta wasn’t far behind.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He yelled, pushing himself in as deep as he possibly could, letting himself go inside you as he slowly ground to a halt. He collapsed beside you, breathing heavily with his arms folded over his chest. You snuggled your head into his shoulder, looking up as you couldn’t help but grin.
“We can’t let this be once only…” you whispered.
Vegeta nodded in agreement, his head sinking back into the pillow as he slid his arm around your warm, sweaty body.
“I’d take you as my mate… if you’d let me have you… I mean, I can’t see you saying no…”
#dragon ball#dragon ball z#anime#fanfic#dbz#vegeta x reader#dbz vegeta#prince vegeta#vegeta#vegeta dbs#vegeta dragon ball#Vegeta smut
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Lord Shen headcanons cus I said so
(I finally rewatched the movie 🤭)
You guys.
You guys.
I finally rewatched Kung Fu Panda 2.
HOLY CRAP.
Three things reawakened inside of me--
One, an understanding of my obsession with Tigress as a seven year old watching the first KFP.
Second, the GOOSEBUMPS I got from that score. IT WAS INSANE, I’m putting this right next to How to Train Your Dragon on the list of “Movies I wish I could watch for the first time again” (I’d break down sobbing at LEAST five times)
Third, my strange fascination with Lord Shen.
Was he one of my first fictional crushes? Sadly, yes.
Am I ashamed? Of course, sadly, yes.
Was he the worst one? Sadly….not even close.
But we’ve all stooped down this low at some point. So let me just live my life and do this thing cus I think it’s funny
-I’m gonna follow the cringe royalty x reader path here
-He spoils you, a lot.
-And he doesn’t take no for an answer
-Shen is either the definition of clingy or just “no one come near me or you will be SLAUGHTERED”
-I’m following the yandere route, so he’s clingy
-You don’t go anywhere without an escort whether it be him or a guard
-Watch his mood VERY. CLOSELY. You don’t want to catch him in a bad mood and push his temper
-He gets jealous very easily and is one bipolar mf
-One moment he’s getting angry at you for making eye contact with him, the next he’s mad that you’re scared of his hugs :(
-Shen will attack anyone who lingers on you longer than he’d like, and only twice have you convinced him to spare someone’s life.
-He either HATES hugs or absolutely NEEDS them
-But either way he does need one thing…
✨THERAPY✨
-He ain’t getting it
-Thinks it’s for the weak minded lol
-So two months and one Stockholm syndrome later, you finally adjust to the bipolar mf’s tendencies
-Now you blame YOURSELF for when he decides to snap
-Everyone else can see it’s bs
-Shen’s precise with everything he does, and it’s very evident with what happens in the movie
-Manipulative when he needs to be
-He puts on firework shows for you
-Interpret that how you will
(he used fireworks as inspiration for his weapons…but it could also be a literal firework show)
-B O N D A G E
-idk I just wanted to write that down
-it’s not even relevant
-B O N D A G E 👹
-yea that’s pretty much it, unless I come up with some new ones
-then you’re getting a part 2 ✌️😛
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hello my Lovely, i adored your Hoffman story, i was wondering if you could do something with Peter strahm x fem!reader (where it’s a story or a head cannon) where it’s there first or second time “doing it” as a couple and she’s quite shy about it, love your work honey, keep up the good work x 🫶🏻🫶🏻
thank you so much hun!! i'm so glad you enjoy my stuff :))
Pairing: Peter Strahm x (gn!) reader
Word count: ~600
Warnings: 18+!! Smut!! Very fluffy smut and Peter being a fuckin simp
Summary: headcannons about what your first time having sex with Peter would be like!
-Peter would be such a gentleman with you
-You guys have been together about a month (or longer, if you prefer to wait) before he tries to initiate anything more than a kiss
-He wants to make sure you know he’s in it for you, not just sex
-He would take you on a nice date, and you notice he’s being touchier than usual: resting his hand higher on your thigh, running a thumb over your lip, rubbing your shoulder
-When he drives you home (he always insists on driving the two of you), you invite him to come in with you
-Of course, he agrees (he’s been waiting for this all night)
-You go inside and have a drink together, sitting on the couch and talking
-He eventually places a hand on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss
-He pulls you onto his lap, legs straddling him
-He fuckin loses it when you run your hands up under his shirt, feeling his chest
-He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carries you to your bedroom
- “Are you sure?” “Do you want to stop?” “Only if you’re ready.” King of consent right here!
-When you finally reassure him that you want to, he helps you pull your clothes off and has to stop for a moment to admire you
-You try and cover yourself up a bit, but he gently pulls your arms away
-"You look so perfect, baby"
-I totally believe that Peter would be so incredibly tough and guarded with everyone except his partner
-He would be so soft and romantic with you (embodiment of “I hate everyone but you”)
-SO MUCH FOREPLAY
-He would go down on you like a man starved
- “You taste so fuckin’ good, darling”
-So focused on making sure you enjoy yourself and that he makes you cum
-He’s so encouraging! And just an absolute simp
- “You look so pretty like this, baby”
- “God, you feel even better than I imagined”
-This man would love sitting with his back against the wall/headboard and holding you close while you ride him
-That way he can kiss you while you ride him like there’s no tomorrow
-And he has the best view in the house
-He’d be fairly vocal, not super loud but would let out some groans in your ear, telling you how good you look
-Afterwards, he’d clean you up before you can even blink (you’re still trying to process how many times this mf made you cum)
- “How are you feeling?” “Do you need water?”
-Once you’ve assured him that you’re okay and you don’t need anything, he crawls back into bed with you and just holds you
-Kisses. So many. All over your face.
-Rubs your back and plays with your hair while you lay in bed talking
-He stays the night with you for the first time and knows it’s going to take all of his willpower to drag himself away from you in the morning for work
-He feels like he’s going to explode when you put on his button up
-He’s content to stay like that all night, you wrapped in his arms, running your fingers over his chest
-Or, at least he was, until you suggested a shower together👀
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hello! sorry to bother but could you maybe do crimson knolastname (helluva boss) x reader hcs?
OFC!
Requested?: Yes
Fic Type: HCs
Time Started: April 21, 8:56 PM
Character: Vrimson Knowlastname x GN!Reader
Admin: L
Crimson looks like the type that’ll either try to hide or try to let you help with his mafia work, depends on your personality like if you’re shy and quiet he won’t tell you anything and keep his personal life and business life seperate but lets say you’re hot-headed and don’t mind getting your hands dirty (i mean you’re in hell, not much stopping you) then he’ll maybe start to try and get you to do things for him (if you want to of course. He may be a hardass mafia boss but he knows when and when to push things, well he does now at least)
Will bring you to expensive restaurants and get VIP sections since he’s trying all over again (RIP Mrs.Knowlastname) he’s taking his time with you while also trying to get a feel of how to have a healthy relationship
Meeting Moxxie is most likely gonna be a no-go since he has a one-sides rivalry with him
He’s only soft with you. Since he has a hard time being nice and gentle it’s gonna take him a while to get to this stage but once you break down the walls he put up best believe he’ll try his very best to treat you right even if it’ll take some practice
Touch starved like a mf. He’s never been used to physical affection so that’s also something he’ll have to get used to. Just slowly try to ease him into it and he’ll slowly start to appreciate it. But do it in private since he has a reputation to uphold.
Kisses with Crimson vary. It coukd go from an innocent peck to a full blown makeout in like 2 secs depending on how long you two have been together. He knows when and where things should be getting steamy and when to keep it low profile
Hugs are something he cherishes from you since he’s always busy and his family has been shredded to bits so he’ll make the most of it with you
Cuddles after work? Immaculate. He’s old and there isn’t much he can or wants to do in the house so cuddles are the next best thing but like everything else you have to ease him into it
This man is almost like the embodiment of toxic (Chaz Thurman ties with him on somethings) but he’s in it for the long run all you gotta do is hang in there
He doesn’t get jealous as much as you’d think he would. Like yes he’s self-confidence in relationships has depleted since his old one ended miserably but it’s not so low that he gets jealous over every male that looks your way. But if he does get jealous he’ll just send one of his henchmen to handle his dirty work for him
Dates arent that frequent since he's almost always busy but when they happen they are always well put together and well thought out
Big spoons all the way, but on occasion he’ll let you hold him but only when he’s too tired to move from whatever position he’s in
Def the type that back hugs you and sometimes even picks you up from behind just to scare you. He won’t scare you too bad but there will be times where he just wants to fuck with you
Loves giving forehead, hand, wrist, up the arm, thigh, etc kisses since hes’s ✨ Romantical ✨ like that
He smiles a lot more around you. A genuine smile not the kind he gave Millie when they met
Stares. A lot. He can’t even figure out why you’d wanna be with him, whether or not you know about his past or not he just can’t piece together how he managed to date someone like you
Always attends to your needs. He may act as if he’s annoyed by it and will call you “needy” he’ll either have his guards do it or he’ll do it himself. He’ll complain but he won’t ever leave you unsatisfied
Spoils you. Want that laptop? Already shipped to the house. Want a new car? Already in the garage. Want some kind of drug? Got the best of the best just for his partner.
Nicknames really depend. He may base it off how you act or how you look. But Sugar, sweetcheeks, sweetheart, love, darling, and hot stuff will be his go to’s
A/N: sorry its so short and terribly written...had a hard time thinking of things and honestly i have brain fog so i can’t really think fr and also SEVERELY unmotivatet but Ill redo it and or add some things in the future but enjoy!
Finished: April 26, 9:42 AM
#crimson knolastname#crimson x reader#helluva boss crimson#helluva boss x reader#crimson helluva boss#helluva boss
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Lookism Chapter 437 Memes/Thoughts I Have:
(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)
Sorry guys, late once again because I had a test today. But damn… Jihan ambitious? 👀
DAAAAAAAAAMN, THAT’S RIGHT. GET BITCH SLAPPED!!!
TELL ME WHY THAT PANEL REMINDED ME OF THIS??? HAHAHAHAHAHA THEY HAD A WILL SMITH AND CHRIS ROCK MOMENT. 💀💀💀💀💀 I BET PTJ USED THIS SCENE AS A MODEL. BUT IF HE REALLY DID, THEN IMMA BE CRYING TEARS.
Damn. So, my question is... are they all brothers or something? And how are they even family related? Is he their uncle? Am I missing something here? 😭😭 Can one of y'all let me know who this Jichang mf is to them? *am confusion* (Update: I forgot "Hyungnim" is a term for older brother. My dumbass... ignore me. I haven't been watching k-dramas anymore so I forgot. My bad.)
OK MAN, LISTEN. LISTEN, LISTEN, LISTEN... I DO ADMIT. YOU ARE ATTRACTIVE. BUT IF YOU DO THAT TO JAY ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR. IMMA-
This dude is thriving now, but when Jay pummels him... WHEEEEWWWWWWWWWW I CAN'T WAIT TO SIP OUTTA MY FANCY ASS WINE GLASS JUST TO SEE HIM ON THE GROUND.
YEEEESSSSSS JAYYYYY!!! ATTACK HIMMMM!!! BEAT HIM WITH SYSTEMA!!! 😤👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Omg, I can't wait to see him use Kali Arnis. represent 🇵🇭
Oh, sorry. Those were my boobs, my bad. It caught you off guard tho, right? 👁👁
Um... B O I. Your picture would appear under the word "ignorant" because you have no idea who you're messing with. 💀💀💀 YOU'RE LITERALLY, FIGHTING WITH H GROUP CHAIRMAN'S SON. WDYM? You have no idea how much power this kid has, let alone his own PROWESS. 🤡 Also, if this boy Jihan doesn't stop wrecking Jay...
Get it? Since, Jay is already HARMED... then Jihan is about to catch these MF HANDS EITHER WAYYYYY!!!! 👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽
BRUH, I'LL END YOU! TF???
Oh great, it's the smartass twink again...
Has anyone noticed how big Mandeok's hair is? That it's even protruding out of the panel? PTJ you comedic genius...
Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Eugene...
Damon Goh's rubber duck must know some secrets. I bet it even knows the secret to the two bodies AND stuff about Charles Choi. You never know where it might have gone off to. Ooooouuu, it said, "I'm a detective." 😎 And I love how goofy Mandeok can be, even when he's unintentionally funny. Like, man's got the humor and all without him even knowing. (For instance, there's a panel in Ep. 373, which was the chapter when Daniel moves into the Workers' Casino and both Eugene & Mandeok welcome him. Then all of a sudden, Mandeok just grabs onto Daniel then physically shakes him upside-down because Eugene said it's for security purposes. 😂)
SO YOU'RE SAYING THAT THIS DILF IS ACTUALLY A FRIEND OF ALEXANDER SOPHIA'S???? OMGGGGG BRUH. YOU HAD NO IDEA HOW I SCREAMED WHEN EUGENE MENTIONED PARK JINCHEOL. HONESTLY, I LOVE THE PTJ UNIVERSE SM. CONNECTING ALL WORLDS INTO ONE LIKE THEY IN SOME MARVEL UNIVERSE. 😭😭😭
DON'T MIND ME SKIPPING THE PARTS WHEN JAY WAS GETTING BEATEN, BUT YEEEEEEEEEEEE BOIIIIIIIII. TIME TO GET WACKED!!!!! 😆😆😆
"To think you'd look for a woman late at night, Jay Hong." ... hmmm. That line really stuck with me. I've been rereading that over and over again to the point that I lost count. So... does Alexander Sophia know or had a feeling that Jay is...? 😳
AWWWWWW HELL YEAH, THERE'S AN UPGRADED VERSION OF ALEXANDER'S KALI ARNIS!!! THAT'S SO COOOOOOL!!! 🤩🤩🤩
YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS JAYYYYYYY!!! YOU DID ITTTT!!!! I love how Jay has such a big heart. Even though Jihan is an enemy, he still considers his health. He even knows his own POWER TOO AND WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF. ALSO, HE ISN'T AS WEAK AS HE WAS BACK THEN. LIKE DAAAAAAAAMN JAY, YOU GOT SO STRONG!!! AM PROUD. 😩😩💖💖💖💖💖
GOD PTJ, DON'T MAKE ME CRY HERE. YK I AIN'T READY FOR A SOB FEST. 😭😭😭😭
I TOLD Y'ALL, IMMA BE SIPPIN ON MY WINE GLASS. GOT THAT ROSÉ IN HAND, EXTRA FRUITYYYY. 🤪
Yeah bro, it's some sexy pervy illiterate demonic Enemy of the State Japanese Yakuza mf named Jong Gun Park.
OH LOOK, THERE HE IS! HI BAE, I MISS YOUR PSYCHOTIC ASS!!! 😩😩🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 DON'T MIND YOUR SON GETTING YEETED BY A 1ST GEN KING. HE'LL BE FIIIIINE... hopefully.
AHHHHHHH SHIIIIII. NOW IT'S DANIEL'S TURN FOR THE SPOTLIGHT. What if Hudson and Jay come to the rescue when Daniel is at his lowest while fighting Jichang? Well, that's one of my guesses on what'll happen in the future. But, I have faith in Daniel. I hope he'll knock Jichang down a peg, next chapter. Well, until next week! 👋🏽
God, I hate how I'm busy on Thursdays now. Almost every week, I be posting my reviews super late now. Smh me. Sorry guys. 😓
#lookism#lookism 437#lookism webtoon#lookism manhwa#lookism spoiler#lookism spoilers#lookismaddict#lookism memes#lookism meme#jay hong#hong jaeyeol#kwak jihan#kwak jibeom#daniel park#park hyungseok#kwak jichang
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“I CAUGHT A RAT” PRANK ON SKZ !
PAIRING. bf!skz x fem!reader
GENRE. humour | crack
WARNINGS. swearing. mentions of rat. overuse of babe
NOTES. lower case intended | reader traps ‘rat’ in box and calls skz over to help. spoiler : no rat 😔
★ chan ( 방찬 )
nothing could’ve prepared him for this moment. “babe i’m an idol i’m not cut out for this.” he can’t believe what you’re suggesting. from what he understands, you want him to smack a broom on to the rat once you release the furry from the box. hah! like hell he’s doing that. he may have impressive biceps but he’s not gonna mess with the rodent family. “you’re doing great sweetie, i’m gonna lift it in a second be ready okay?” you start counting down to lift the box and chan mutters some curses directed at jyp for not preparing him for this moment. in the next moment you’ve lifted the box and… there’s no rat?? “oh no… THE RODENT IS ROAMING FREE AROUND OUR HOUSE!” he’s caught off guard, stumbling around trying to look for the rat until you tell him the truth. when he finally finds out. the only way you can make up is by providing cuddles, or else he threatens to kick you out
★ lee know ( 리노 )
you manage out a loud “babe i caught a rat!” and the next second this man is next to you wearing a raincoat (??) with a baseball bat in his hand and bucket on top of his head. “get back babe, soonie was hungry anyways” HUH ⁉️ YOURE GONNA FEED IT TO UR CAT–. he takes this as his moment to shine. he’s gonna straight up lift the box and ready his fists like he’s gonna fist fight a rodent 😭 he’s really disappointed when there’s no actual rat there. and then he chases you around the house while you try to explain yourself. when he finally catches you. tickle attack. i’m sorry you brought this upon yourself.
★ changbin ( 창빈 )
PLS imagining changbin scared of the small animal while he has THOSE muscles is so amusing to me. like bae that rat is smaller than your palm 🤚 don’t tell him that tho he’ll screech at you for putting that image in his head. he’s jumping up and down around the room but manages to maintain his distance from the box. he keeps on repeating “oh please lord i’m not your strongest soldier” he’s really going through all 5 stages of grief. comes up with so many strategies to let the rat go. one of the strategies is that if you both perhaps offer the rat food he’ll leave ?? that’s not how it works bin. when you finally lift the box without a warning BRO this man will shriek and throw the thing in his hands which happens to be a tissue roll like 😭 cmon now bro how’s that gonna help you.
★ hyunjin ( 현진 )
this man hears rat and he’s already screaming before you even finish your sentence. he’s cowering behind the counter but he peaks out every now and then to see if the rat is still in the box you claim you caught it in. he leaves for a short while only to come back with fucking insect repellent 😔 i’m afraid he’s a little confused. you keep calling him over to take over the box but every time he’s like “girl ME ??” it’s just a constant exchange of “babe i wanna live happily ever after” and “come here hyun!” in the end you just yell at him to catch it with his bare hands and then lift the box quickly. safe to say that hyunjin is supporting a huge bruise from when he rammed against the counter in his haste to escape the rat 😭 i feel so bad but it’s okay because this mf will literally use your guilt to as an excuse to get cuddles and kisses.
★ han ( 한 )
i don’t know what’s happening… you’re torn between acting scared to carry out the prank or cackle at han’s antics. when you call him over he’s relaxed until you start yelling “BABE COME HERE! i literally just caught a rat!!” and the next moment he’s on the floor doing a push-up🧍♀️he’s warming up his muscles he says (??) when he’s finally done stretching or whatever he needs to do he’ll do the wakanda forever thing.. then he stretches his hands and starts sprinkling invisible stuff onto the box and mutters random made up phrases like he’s performing an exorcism 😭 he tells you to remove your hands and when you finally do. he’ll jump on the box and plant his butt there. “do you think my fat ass killed him babe??” HUH 😦 this man fears nothing i swear.
★ felix ( 용복 )
cmon now 😔 it’s felix we’re talking about, he’s gonna find it in himself to be proud that you’re this close to a rat even though you swear up and down you’re terrified of them. overcoming your fear woohoo :D!! he’s also wondering why you would trap the rat. not very tpwk of you. “maybe we should let it go babe i don’t know..” he has the most adorable thinking face while he wonders how to proceed. in the end he settles for giving you a very heartfelt speech about how the rat probably has children to feed and if you trap the rat rn, it’s family will hunt you down for the rest of your life 🧍♀️you don’t know how it turned into the life lesson but you tell him that there’s no rat really and he relaxes “oh thank god” because he would hate to tell you how he’s deathly scared of rats. gotta protect his image.
★ seungmin ( 승민 )
i’m sorry you can’t fool him. he already knows when you call him over with a shout of “there’s a rat!” he saw you put the box over the clean floor, you’re fooling nobody. but just to save your dignity he’ll act like your genius plan worked and so he’ll put on his most surprised face ( 😯 ) and run over to you. the gasp he lets out is far too condescending as he covers his open mouth, “oh no how will we ever survive this tragedy?!!” realising the mischievous smile your boyfriend supports, your shoulders slump as you acknowledge defeat. seungmin giggles as he joins you on the floor and pulls you onto his lap. “it’s okay babe, we can act like you’re slick” he says while you grumble against his shoulder about how you can never surprise him.
★ i.n ( 아이앤 )
yeah he loves you but he’s afraid he’s gotta burn your house down. it’s been a while since jeongin left with a “i’ll be right back” after you told him you had caught a rat in your box, he looked relatively calm when he left the room so as the minutes pass you wonder if your prank actually worked. you consider dropping the act and giving up on the plan, that is until your boyfriend returns. he walks into the room and you’re surprised to see him dragging two suitcases behind him. “what.. are you doing innie?” he looks at you as if the answer is obvious. “moving out? you think i’m about to stay in the house after this rodent has left it’s footprints behind? nuh uh.” and you realise he’s being dead serious when he ushers you out of the front door as well.
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Pairing: Guard Captain!Bakugou x Assassin!Reader (MF)
Synopsis: When the Queen is Kidnapped, Prince Shouto hires an assassin from the guild to lead her rescue. Can the Captain of the Guard and the assassin get along long enough to save their queen?
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: enemies to lovers; mentions of kidnapping; mild sexism; mentions of blood; stabbing; poisoning; blood play; bondage; hand necklaces; pain play; impact play; a dash of degradation; no discussion of limits
Authors Note: Previously posted and available on my A03, updated/edited as of September 2023
“Don’t worry, I’ll forgive this misunderstanding-”
“There is no misunderstanding, Captain Bakugou. I am aware of exactly who you are. I simply do. not. care.”
The audacity of the blonde standing in your command tent would have been unbelievable had you not heard tales of his arrogance from soldiers you’d met in passing. If anyone in this god forsaken place needed knocked down a peg or two, it was him. And you were just the person for the job.
“This operation requires skills you and your men do not possess, therefore I shall be taking charge. Seeing as my team and I do possess those skills.”
“I don’t take orders,” Bakugou growled, stepping closer in an attempt to intimidate you, “especially not from little girls pretending to rival grown men.”
“I don’t pretend to be anything other than what I am, Captain. If you have an issue with my leadership status perhaps you should consult with Prince Shouto, seeing as he was the one who hired me into this role.” You kept your tone even, refusing to show any emotional response to his goading. Even if he was grating on your nerves.
“King Enji trusts me to rescue Queen Rei-”
“Oh yes, because you aggressively stomping into an enemy camp and blowing things up would be a rescue mission,” you snapped, tiring of his bullshit. “I think we both know that if you were to take the lead we would be undergoing a recovery and not a rescue.”
Bakugou’s lips curled. The vein in his neck throbbing in time with his hammering pulse. A lesser person would recoil in fear of the furious anger permeating the air around him. Yet a small part of you- one you’d never acknowledge let alone admit to- enjoying seeing him so riled up. Anger suited the beast of a man.
“Stay out of my way, Bakugou, and let me do the job that brought me here. Before you do something you’ll regret.”
His bright red eyes flashed with something dark, something you imagined to be guilt. The Captain’s history wasn’t a secret. His best friend had followed him into the National Army, the two of them rising through the ranks side-by-side. At least until a less than well thought out plan executed by the fiery blonde had resulted in his companion being slain on the battlefield. You disliked using emotionally manipulative tactics like this, but he was making it impossible for you to force him aside otherwise. You were serious that his involvement would be detrimental to the mission.
“Remember when your plan goes astray that it was your own pride that got in the way of allowing a true leader to succeed,” Bakugou snarled before turning on his heel and stomping out of the tent. This was going to be a long few days.
“Well he’s certainly a character.” The smoky voice of your co-operative from the Guild filtered from the darkness that seemed to permanently cling to the back wall of your tent. The scarred man who stepped into the light was a more visually acknowledged representation of the Assassin’s Guild. The dark flowing cloak hiding the deep burgundy burns that covered the majority of his body.
“Captain Bakugou, it seems, is going to be a thorn in my side for the entire duration of this job. He’s annoying, Dabi, very much so.”
“Annoying and? I’m sure there is another word you would use to describe him,” Dabi drawled knowingly as he leaned against one of the support pillars. Your nose scrunched in distaste at the man reading you so easily, so you only scowled at him hoping your expression conveyed that he was the current source of annoyance in your life. “Don’t give me that look. We’ve worked together often enough for me to know that the blonde hothead is just your type.”
“Why are we having this conversation again? We both know that you couldn’t care less about who spends their time between my thighs. So do us both a favor and let’s focus on planning this rescue, yeah?”
Dabi shrugged as he moved to sit in the chair across from you, his figure spread wide as he relaxed. He couldn’t be more different than the blonde Captain. With his dark hair and chilly indifference. His presence calmed your racing heart from its encounter with Bakugou. “So, intel says the Queen is being held here…”
The deep purples and pinks of dusk were fading behind the distant mountain range as you strapped on your weapons, securing them beneath a cloak as dark as midnight. You’d left the encampment where you had encountered Bakugou several days ago and had been slowly making your way to the outskirts of the Mundo-Ismur forest where the kidnapped Queen was currently being held.
As part of the Assassin’s Guild you rarely involved yourself in political drama. The disconnect you felt from that world of backstabbing also left you with very few opinions on the change of political leaders. The leader of the encampment you would be sneaking into was different. You had heard many tales about the atrocities the Bandit King Shigaraki had committed along his path of destruction. His rise to power was truly built upon the bones of his enemies and the souls of the innocent. Which was precisely why you had accepted this job. If an opportunity arose to take out the most ruthless man this world has seen, you would gladly take it.
“Ready when you are boss.”
“The day I'm permanently in charge of you lot will be the end of the world as we know it,” you snickered. Your voice was barely a whisper but you knew they would hear you. They wouldn’t have made it this far in the Guild if they hadn’t.
“Through shadow, into blood,” Dabi added as we stepped into the shadows.
“To line our pockets with the riches of the damned.” You finished the phrase soundlessly, taking strength from the Guild’s motto.
This was just another job, in another place. You would succeed as you always did.
The shadows had always felt like home. A place of quiet where you could embrace your inner darkness shamelessly. A cloak of solitude. Though part of you longed for the light. Which you often found in the company of someone different than yourself. What’s the old saying? Opposites attract. Your calm and quiet needed balance from someone hotheaded and loud.
Someone like Captain Bakugou. Dabi was right- he was just your type. With that blonde hair you just wanted to dig your hands into. The rippling muscles you can already imagine moving above you- wait this wasn’t the time to be thinking about him. This was exactly why you couldn’t pursue even a simple hook up. You had minimal interaction with the Captain and he was proving to be enough of a distraction to pull your thoughts away from the job. A job that could easily result in your death if not done correctly. You needed to focus.
The sound of voices exiting the tent before you helped to pull your attention back to the here and now. All of the intel Dabi had gathered showed that this was where Queen Rei was being held captive. The sizable canvas seemed odd for a jail cell. As did the two guards posted only at the front. Either the Bandit King had let his successes go to his head, or there was more going on here than you had anticipated. Regardless, your team would be ready and waiting in the shadows to stop anyone else trying to enter after you.
Your footsteps were light as you crept toward the standing guard, knowing that his elevated position would block your advance from the sight of the second guard, who was seated on a small stool. It was almost too easy to pierce the first guards windpipe, cutting off any chance he had to raise an alarm. Before the second guard could react another knife was leaving your hand and embedding itself into his eye. Pulling your fingers to your lips you let out a well-practiced bird call to alert your team of your advance.
Ducking beneath the tent flap you were shocked by the well kept quarters where the Queen was being held. It seemed a bit too out of character for the ruthless Shigaraki. As you stepped from the shadows Rei squeaked, her eyes wide. “Your highness, with me if you would,” you muttered as you stepped to where she sat on the edge of a sleeping cot. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. Tears sprung from her eyes, her face fallen. It took you a moment to figure out what she was trying to say in her hysteria.
I’m so sorry.
Your brows furrowed in confusion as to why the Queen, someone trained from a young age in nobility and the art of emotional bottling, would be so wrecked by being kidnapped by the enemy. It was an action unbecoming of her stature. Composure in times of high stress was a pivotal requirement for-
A trap. The entire operation was a set up, and you were caught in the center of the spider’s web.
Movement behind you had you spinning on your heel, weapons drawn and ready to find a new home in whoever was entering the tent. You relaxed as only Dabi stepped from the shadows. Mouth open to warn him of the disadvantage scenario you were in. Only a sharp breath escaped as a blade pierced your abdomen just below the right side of your ribs.
“I would apologize, Y/N, but we both know I would be lying.” Dabi pulled the knife out, his gaze darkening at the sight of the blood coating the blade. “You really shouldn’t have taken this job. I did try to warn you. A problem of the past now though.” He must have read the betrayal and hurt in your eyes. His laughter echoed through the small tent. “Come now, this is part of the world we live in. Assassins only truly ever watch out for themselves. You should know that better than anyone.”
“Why” you rasped, struggling for breath. He must have angled the blade just upward enough to pierce your lung.
“Oh, now that’s the truly exciting part isn’t it? You never questioned me about my life before joining the Guild.” He was calmly walking around the space as you heaved, swaying on your feet. He must have coated his blade with poison. A common tactic used in your line of work. He paused picking up the small royal symbol that would have adorned the Queen’s cloak during her stroll through the capital. “You followed the age-old tradition of putting the past to rest and assumed everyone around you would do the same.”
Dabi turned toward you once again, his eyes swimming with something you couldn’t recognize. Something that made the Queen’s silent tears pour quicker. “But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not after what they did to me. What she let my father do.” He crossed the space to where Rei was seated, gripping her by the hair and forcing her to turn fully to face you. “Can you see the resemblance? It’s all in the eyes. Of course the scars don’t help.”
Realization dawned on you much quicker this time. Dabi was the lost prince. Touya Todoroki. The forgotten heir.
“Ah, there it is. Now you recognize me don’t you? Too bad you won’t survive to meet my real family- the ones I chose. I’m sure Shigaraki would have loved a chance to play with you.” His words were thick with implications you didn’t dare to consider.
The thought quickly crossed your mind that you had also led Bakugou and his team to their deaths. A pang of guilt swept through you as the Captain’s words rang in your mind.
No. You needed to focus, to find a way out of this situation. Regrets could be compiled later.
Bile rose from your stomach, the force of it dropping you to your knees. The sound of your retching nearly drowned out the sudden commotion in the camp outside. Before you could find a way to take advantage of the distraction, an explosion rocked the ground beneath you. Bakugou. You knew it was him before the tent had even opened. Dabi swore, ducking back into the shadows and dragging the Queen with him. You met the bright rubies that were Bakugou’s eyes as he scowled at you. Your eyes heavy as your consciousness drained.
The last thing you registered was the burning heat of something hard pressed against you and a gruff “Don’t die on me, I still need to gloat.”
Stale air filled your lungs. Your chest ached with each breath. Memories flashed through your mind in broken chunks.
The job.
The betrayal.
Bakugou.
Dabi- Touya, whoever he chose to be, was right. You shouldn’t have been so shocked by his deception. Treachery was a common part of a Guild member’s life. Perhaps you’d let the dark haired assassin get too close. Grew to trust him too easily. A dangerous mistake. A rookie mistake. And one you vowed to never make again. The only person in this world you could rely on was yourself.
“Is as soon as you wake from the brink of death too soon to say I told you so?”
You blinked. Your eyes slowly opened to reveal a dusty room. It was sparsely decorated. The most notable thing in the space was the disheveled blonde sprawled in a chair by the door. Bakugou looked exhausted. With dark circles beneath his eyes and messy hair. He had lost his usual Royal armor in exchange for trousers and a shirt.
A shirt that was hanging open revealing his very solid chest and the spattering of blonde hair across it. You even peeked some blonde tufts leading down below his waistband.
“Oi, my eyes are up here.”
“I don’t believe an unexpected betrayal counts as a failure of my plan,” you blurted quickly, ignoring the heat that rose to your cheeks and forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “Especially not one at the hands of the lost prince himself.”
Bakugou’s surprise was apparent. His narrowed eyes and crinkled brow gave away his disbelief. “No. No way. That’s just some bullshit Shigaraki and your pal Dabi concocted.”
“They have the same eyes, Bakugou. I saw the similarities myself. And even if I hadn’t when Dabi confessed to actually being Touya, Queen Rei’s reaction confirmed it. He was telling the truth and she knew exactly who he was.”
“You, of all people, wouldn’t know the Queen well enough to know what her nonverbal reactions were relaying,” Bakugou growled. He pushed up from the chair, the wood scratching against the floor as it knocked into the wall behind it. He began pacing the floor, running a hand through his hair frustratedly.
You sat up, ignoring the swimming of the room. “Reading people is quite literally one of the most important aspects of my job, asshole. I know what I saw. I don’t care if you choose to believe me.” He was so frustrating. It would be so much simpler if he just trusted you, something he had adamantly chosen not to do from the day you met.
Bakugou stopped, glaring down at you. “If- and I say this with the highest skepticism- if you are correct and Dabi is actually Prince Touya then your team botching this rescue mission puts you at a double failure. Just admit it,” one of his thick, calloused fingers tilted your head up further, straining the muscles in your neck, “I was right all along.”
“If you really think-“ you spat the words through gritted teeth, but before you could blink Bakugou’s palm was wrapped around your throat squeezing hard enough to cut off your oxygen supply.
“You’ve lost the right to speak , little assassin.” His breath was warm against your cheek as he growled the words in your ear. You were breathless. Both from the pressure on your windpipe and the rush of arousal coursing straight to your core. “Mmm, just as I thought. The big, bad assassin is already weak in the knees and I’ve barely even touched you. Already soaking the bed with your desire like the disobedient little girl you are, aren’t you?”
Your lust-addled brain refused to react as he spun you around, a thick piece of rope securing your wrists to your ankles as he forced you to arch backward uncomfortably.
Searing pain spread across your side just as you felt a different type of wetness soak through your shirt. “Tsk, look at what you’ve done. Ruined the stitches I spent so much time on,” Bakugou chastised. His voice was thick with attraction as he pulled your shirt apart at the seams, tossing the blood soaked fabric aside. “I guess I can forgive you, but only because of how much this suits you. All tied up and at my mercy. Blood running down your thighs.”
Three of his fingers ran through the small trails of red leaking from your wound before dipping below the waistband of your pants and pushing deep into your core. The stretch was the perfect blur of pleasure and pain. Your moan echoed loudly in the small space you shared as you shamelessly attempted to ride his fingers.
His hand ripped away from you only to come cracking down along your backside. “I’m in charge now, little assassin. Your pleasure is in my hands, quite literally. So be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you get away with only coming on my cock a handful of times.”
You felt yourself nod, slowly relinquishing your control of the situation. It was oddly comforting to let go and allow Bakugou to lead. Some innate part of you trusted him not to push you past your limits.
A moment of panic came crashing in as you found yourself unwilling to give in to the ease you felt around the Captain. He would end up stabbing you in the back just as Dabi and so many others had before. As if he could sense your inner turmoil Bakugou tilted your head back, forcing you to look up at him at an awkward angle. “Focus.” His growled command had your mind slowly emptying. Leaving only the rough feel of the rope around your limbs, the pulsing pain of your ripped stitches, and the throbbing need between your thighs.
“Good girl.”
He rewarded your obedience by shimmying your pants down to your knees and plunging his blood covered fingers back into your empty core. A sigh of relief escaped your lips before you could suppress it. Everything ached from your earlier encounter and yet it blended so well with the pleasure each thrust of his digits brought. You were being pushed over the brink of euphoria much quicker than ever before.
Bakugou’s free hand left your throat, instead striking down sharply against your pussy. The sting of pain jolting through your neglected clit was the catalyst to your complete undoing. Black dotted your vision as you were pushed into a second orgasm on the tail end of the first. The scream that tore from your parted lips rattled the walls of the cabin.
Your body collapsed as much as it could within the binding that held you. The heat of Bakugou’s body firmly pressed against your back temporarily relieving the strain in your muscles.
“Don’t relax now, little assassin, you haven’t even come on my cock yet.”
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Could’ve Been
Letitia Wright x Old HS Friend Black Fem
Warning:To cute
Summary: When you go to your high school reunion you learn that your crush like you to and still does
Authors Note: While I posted this the song could’ve been started playing .I recommend listening to could’ve been by H.E.R GRAMMER ISSUES
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Y/n’s Pov
You got some news from Facebook that your old high school was throwing a reunion. You really didn’t want to go but let’s just say your friend who went to school forced you .
“You are going to that reunion “ Your friend Alani said . “I don’t want to “ You whine . “Do you really think I care your going so get ready the shit starts at 8” Alani says being serious .” Fine but what should I wear “ you ask confused.
Your friend goes through your closet finding the perfect dress for you to wear . Before she found THE dress.”This is what your going to wear this dress “ she says as she hands the dress to you . “ you look at front and back and start to aw.
(You can imagine whatever)
You started to curl your hair this was going to take a while. Your friend was doing her make up to your dress . You guys where both busy getting ready for this reunion.
You check the time once you finish your hair.”Bitch it’s 7:37 and my makeup not done “ you say annoyed. “I can try to help but idk “ Your friend says as she goes to put her dress on. “Nah it’s good I’ll just do simple make up “ you say starting to get your make up stuff out .
Once you finished your make-up you and your friend were ready. All, you had to know was the reunion. You knew you were going to be late. You left the house at 7:57 Basically 8.
Once you got to the reunion you where surprised.Surprised to see these people look this good and they went to high school with you to. They sure got a glowing since the last time you saw them.
You walked over to your homeboy that you haven’t seen in a while since he moved . “ Hey Drue I haven’t seen you while” You say smiling. “Same to you looking good as always, “ he says flirting.
You turn your head as you start to hear “awes and ohs”. You start to see someone with 2 body guards come in. The person looks at you and shoots you a smile. As you look closely at the tall woman figure with a suit and shades on you know exactly who it was…Letitia Mf Wright.
You were pretty surprised to see me here since she left high school. When you found out tish left you where angry at her.She was your closest friend in the school other than alani. You didn't hold a grudge against her but you felt angry she didn't tell you.
You turned around to focus back on drue. "So how are you" you ask making small talk. "It's been alright" he says you can see he eyeing the bar.You give him a look letting him know he could go.
You made your way to talk to tish.She really only talked to you during high school.Everyone one else was not her cup of tea.
You try to act like you don't know it tish but you can obviously tell. "Tish is that you" you say acting excited.She starts to look you open and down "Y/n is that you" She says smiling showing her grills.
You instantly get the feelings you had for her in high school back.”You know it" you say giving a smile. You guys run into a hug but you feel her hand move to your back to your waist to your ass. You guys get out the hug and start to talk.
"You look so good right now" sh say looking you up and down once again. "You look good to" you say smirking."Hows life going” you say making small talk “it’s well you know “ she says showing a smile.
You two kept on talking and catching up . “You know in high school I had a crush on you “ you say with chuckle like you don’t have a crush on her know.”Fr I had a crush on you too” You where mad . You telling me we could’ve DATED .
Could’ve been started to play “May I have this dance “ Tish asks Showing her hand Infront of you. “You may” You guys start to dance and sway to the song .
You hang your arms on her neck . Hey hands place at your waist .You start to sway your hips while sing the lyrics.You lay your head on her shoulders “We could’ve been we could’ve been “
You begin to hear a whisper in your ear . “Look me in my eyes “ You Start to move your head from her shoulder . “Don’t that feel nice” she says with a slight smirk.You show a smile on your face and sway to the end of the song
For the next couple of seconds the music had stopped.”Did you feel that” you say looking at tish. .. When swaying and dancing you felt a connection.A tension between the two of you during the dance. Neither of you guys could like because the tension was noticeable.
“I did” she says Tightening the grip on your waist .As the next song started to play you swayed your hips to the beat. The song was every kind of way by H.E.R .You loved this song and always wanted to sing it to your love.
“I wanna love you in every kind of way” as you sang the lyrics you to tish you saw a smile. “I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes” you sang while smiling and admiring tishs beauty. “It don't get no better than this,Your kiss” you lay your head on her shoulder while you sing the lyrics to her.
As you finished the lyrics to the song “ I wanna love you ,I gotta love you” You finish the lyrics looking at tish . Your eyes closed and you took a deep breath. “Did you mean that or was it just lyrics “ she asks being serious . “Why would I joke about love of course I meant it “ you say ending with a slight smirk.
“You could say I’m still in love you after all these years “ you say calm yet seductive. “You could say I feel the same” she says hitting you with a wink.
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